My First Time: Breaking Innocence in the Farm Bedroom
It was my bedroom at the farm. Late night. Heart hammering like a piston. I’d just caught my brother Bertrand with Anna, his girl from ag school. No turning back. I declared myself. She smiled, eyes hungry. We tumbled onto my bed. Clothes shed fast. My cock throbbed, virgin hard.
Hands shaking, I rolled on a condom. Careful, like Dad would say. But Anna grabbed it, yanked it off. ‘No,’ she whispered, stroking me rough. Ow. Delicious pain. ‘Stop, or I’ll blow too soon!’ I gasped. ‘Wait, like Dad does.’ Her eyes widened. ‘What?’ ‘Saw him with the neighbor. Head between her thighs, licking her pussy. Never done it, but I want to.’ She nodded, eager. ‘Me too.’
The Approach: Nerves and Burning Desire
I slid down. Legs spread. First real look at a woman’s sex. Not like those blurry pics from mates. Real bush, thick and dark, hiding the pink. Heart raced. Pushed pubes aside. Slid a finger in. Wet, warm, welcoming. She moaned. ‘Tongue now. That big button up top.’ Obeyed. Licked her clit, her slit. Juices flowed, salty-sweet. She bucked.
She flipped us. Sixty-nine now. Harder for me. Then—fuck—her mouth engulfed my dick. Sucking hard, shaking it. Nearly lost it. ‘Gonna cum!’ ‘Good. Taste you like you taste me.’ No escape. She sucked deeper. I exploded. Hot spurts down her throat. She pulled up, mouth full. ‘Want some?’ ‘No.’ ‘Try, or I’m gone.’ Kissed me. Shared my cum. Slimy, bitter. Like oysters. Gross texture, but okay taste.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Explosive Release
She nursed my balls soft. Cock stirred. Revived in her mouth. ‘Now, on top. Fuck me.’ Mounted her? No. She climbed me. Impaled deep. Hot, slick grip. Better than my hand. Thrust wild. She stopped me. ‘On your back. I control.’ Rode hard. Rubbed clit on shaft. Faster. Stiffened, crashed on my chest. Orgasm hit her. But I held. Wanted out—no condom. She pinned me. ‘Stay.’ Couldn’t fight. Flooded her pussy raw. Defeated, spent.
‘I hope you knocked me up,’ she purred. ‘You’re mine now.’ Innocence gone. Pulse slowed. Manhood claimed, but doubts crept. No blood. Was she virgin? Talked to Dad later. ‘Should’ve bled.’ Suspected trap. Loved the sex, her help in school. But love? Complicated. Farm life shifted. First time marked me—raw, messy, forever changed.
